April 19, 2016

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 252

Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate,
test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything
comes of them. ? z Z

Current Event: “…theorize that the nuclear war destroyed
the afterlife…”, “…some people...have studied and manipulated The Dark to such
an extent that they've become functionally immortal…”

Functional
immortality: “Research suggests that
lobsters may not slow down, weaken, or lose fertility with age, and that older
lobsters may be more fertile than younger lobsters. This longevity may be due
to telomerase, an enzyme that repairs long repetitive sections of DNA sequences
at the ends of chromosomes, referred to as telomeres. Telomerase is expressed
by most vertebrates during embryonic stages but is generally absent from adult
stages of life. However, unlike vertebrates, lobsters express telomerase as
adults through most tissue, which has been suggested to be related to their
longevity. Despite internet memes, lobsters are not immortal. Lobsters grow by
molting which needs a lot of energy and the larger the shell the more energy,
eventually the lobster dies from exhaustion during a molt. Older lobsters are
known to stop molting which means the shell will become damaged, infected, or
fall apart and they die.”

Juana de Forlán
shook herself hard, took a deep breath and said, “I can feel the synthetic
lobster juice in me…”

“I know that!”
Juana exclaimed. She shook her arms, “My head knows it, but my body says
otherwise.” She took a deep breath, shuddering. “I feel like I’m getting
younger by the moment.”

“It’s not an
elixir of youth! If it worked the way we thought it should, the telomerase will
let your cells keep dividing – more or less forever. But it’s not going to make
you younger.”

She held out
both of her hands, palms up, and said, “Might as well. I’m gonna live forever!”

Koegathe shook
his head, saying, “Maybe – but we have no idea what the long-term effects of
living forever as a lobster might be.” They both laughed, but after a few
minutes, Koegathe reigned his mirth in when he noticed the pitch of his voice
had been climbing. He took a deep breath then said, “Maybe that wasn’t as funny
as it sounded.”

She shrugged,
suddenly feeling light-headed.

"What's
wrong?" Koegathe said, stepping toward her.

"I think
I'm going to..." It seemed like the world around her rushed into a single
dot of focused, bright light. Everything else was dark around her. The point of
light remained steady for some time -- she wasn't sure how long because her *-sense
of time was abruptly gone. Then the light moved toward her. She might have been
moving toward the light. It didn't make any difference. It might have taken
time. It might have happened instantaneously, she had no idea.

Once the light
grew around her, she found herself standing on solid ground of pearly white. In
a throne of the same pearly substance, there sat a being. She knew that it was
Death. There was certainly some kind of harvest implement laying on the ground
beside the throne, though it looked more like a silver weed whacker. Death didn't
wear a robe, it -- he? -- wore solid work clothes, more or less like a
technician in a computer manufacturing plant, though he didn't have a mask or
gloves. He did have protective goggles pushed up on his head. Black,
well-trimmed, wavy hair made it look like he was wearing a cap. The name badge
clipped to his collar read, "Greaper".

"Cute,"
Juana said. "You're the Grim Reaper?" She rolled her eyes as
onlya young woman who grew up in the
booming first two decades of the 21st Century could.

He lifted a leg
to drape it over the arm of the throne and said, "You've presented me with
a problem I've never faced before, young lady."

"What?"

"You're
dying -- but you are functionally immortal -- and I have no idea what to do
with you."

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GUY STEWART

is a husband supporting his wife as a six+ year(!) breast cancer survivor, a father, father-in-law, grandfather, foster father, friend, writer, teacher, and school counselor who maintains a SF/YA/Childrens writing blog by the name of POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAYS that showcases his opinion and offers his writing up for comment. He has 55 publications to his credit including one books (1993 CSS Publishing)! He also maintains blogs for the West Suburban Summer School and GUY'S GOTTA TALK ABOUT BREAST CANCER! His Amazon page is here: http://www.amazon.com/ and type in my name!